Page 11 of The Year of Us 2: February

I’d seen Cory twice in as many months, but the man had given me more orgasms than my last six partners combined, and that was saying something. It killed me that he was based an entire country away from me, but it was also a blessing. If Cory was near, if he was accessible, the mental crisis I found myself in when we were in the same space would have hit me so much harder than it had.

It was bad enough to jerk off alone in the shower thinking about the way his voice sounded like a purr every time he called me a good boy, and worse still for how hard the praise continued to make me. He’d told me that he planned for his work to bring him to LA more frequently, which I wanted, but we were going to come to an impasse sooner or later.

There were only so many ways two dominant men could fuck before someone had to submit…and I knew, at the end of the day, it was going to be me.

“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath, squinting hard and curling my fingers around my shaft. I was achingly erect, but so sore from use the night before. I winced and let my shaft bounceagainst my stomach, angling my body backward and bracing my hands on Cory’s thighs instead.

“Is it too much?” he asked, unfolding one of his arms from behind his head and reaching for my dick.

“It’s sensitive.”

“You made me wait so long to come last night,” he whispered, sliding his finger over the sticky and swollen tip of my dick.

“It’s not my fault your sound so pretty when you beg.”

Cory hummed an amused sound before grabbing my erection in his hand. “So do you.”

He stroked me hard and fast, ignoring the way I grit my teeth and fucked him through the stimulation of his grip. We both knew all I had to say wasstopand he would, but I had no intention of calling an end to things. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for the friction of skin against skin to become too much for me. Heat pooled low in my belly and, at the same time, Cory’s hips lifted off the bed.

“Gonna come in you,” he murmured, licking his lips and baring his teeth in a defiant grimace. “Gonna come so fucking deep inside of this gorgeous,dominantass.”

Fuck, I wished he could.

Wished there wasn’t a condom between us.

Wished I could feel the heat of his release paint the inside of my body like he?—

Fuck.

Cory grunted, grabbing my waist with his free hand and pulling me down onto his lap. His nipples pebbled on his chest like little beads, and then he went still enough for me to feel the thick pulse of his cock as he emptied into the stupid condom that kept our bodies separate. He threw his head back and stared up at the ceiling, panting as he caught his breath.

I went still above him, content to enjoy the presence of him inside of me.. After a beat, his hand started to move again, and Idug my nails into his thighs, moaning as he brought me closer to another orgasm.

“Cory,” I managed to whisper his name and nothing else before my release slammed into us both. Cum trickled over his fingers as I came, slicking down my shaft, and he kept stroking, smearing my spend into the burning hot length of my shaft.

“Reese,” he said my name back, fingers still dancing across my cock. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way…will you let me give you aftercare?”

CHAPTER 10

Cory

Reese floppedover on his back and stretched out. I could tell he was thinking about my request. I wouldn’t force anything on him. Even aftercare. It wasn’t like we’d had a proper scene where he’d have no choice. This was sex with a hint of kink. A promise of things that could be.

“Yeah.” Reese draped an arm over his face and heaved a sigh.

So dramatic.

“I’ll order breakfast. Any allergies?” I slid out of bed and grabbed the menu. They had a decent selection of breakfast foods to choose from.

“Nothing that you’d find at a breakfast table.”

“What exactly are you allergic to?”

Reese dropped his arm and shot me a crooked smile. “Fuzzy caterpillars.”

“It’s your lucky day then. No fuzzy caterpillars on this week’s menu.” I ordered a standard breakfast. Bacon, eggs, toast, some fruit, and coffee. And then I told them to deliver it in an hour.

When I hung up, Reese looked at me from where he lay sprawled on the bed.